Yes,
I hate you for loving her
yes,
I hate her for loving you back
but most of all:
I hate me for loving you in the first place...

If a kiss were a raindrop, I'd send you showers. If hugs were a second, I'd send you hours. If smiles were water, I'd send you the sea. If love was a person, I'd send you me.

I held it in my hand.
Not knowing what to do.
What will my friends and family think?
I suddenly spaced out, as the blood fell down my arm.

Locking myself in a room....and passing the time playing music while I pretended to be at my funeral. looking at all the imaginary faces. Some had tears...others just laughed. why can't i trust that you'd be the one crying?

Cross my heart, hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye,
Drown in tears, take this blade
Make a mark, the thing I crave
This is how I feel tonight,
I hug my knees and cry all night.
So see me with this razor blade
And see that I could not be saved

What hurts more?
Thinking you should hate or knowing that you could really never?

I spend to much time thinking about things that will never happen and dressing up for a boy wholl never care.

When Im asked what one happy thought is I always say 'knowing that no matter how big the fight is, I still have a Best Friend.'